THERE are some sentences you cannot see yourself ever writing. “I heartily endorse the Conservative Party” would be one. “I look forward to Justin Bieber’s new record” would be another.

However, this week I find myself in the position of having to write just such a sentence. Here we go...

I strongly agree with Katie Hopkins.

For those of you unfamiliar with the “work” of Katie Hopkins, she was a contestant on The Apprentice a while back. She’s since parlayed her feeble talents into positioning herself as a sort of shock value social commentator, her particular area of expertise being “saying very nasty things about working-class people”.

She’s kind of a human Daily Mail and, needless to say, almost everything that comes out of her mouth makes any right-minded person foam with rage.

Hopkins is particularly active on Twitter, a place where I spend a fair bit of time, and I followed her for a bit until her opinions just got, well, boring frankly. I don’t mind being offended, in fact I often wonder what that might feel like, but please don’t bore me.

A while back Hopkins had been a guest on the sofa on This Morning along with Peaches Geldof, who died tragically last week at the age of 25, in circumstances that remain unexplained, leaving two small children.

Peaches Geldof died suddenly at the age of 25

The two women did not get along, holding radically opposed views on parenting. So when news of Peaches’ death broke, there were many people on Twitter waiting for Hopkins to start putting the boot in.

Indeed many people went further than simply waiting. They were taunting Hopkins and egging her on, almost begging for her to say something offensive. She did not. She said nothing.

She was then lambasted for being cold hearted, for not tweeting her sorrow over Peaches’ death. That’s right – at first she had people saying: “You better not say anything about this Katie Hopkins.” Then, a few hours later, they were saying: “HOW DARE KATIE HOPKINS NOT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS.” Talk about damned if you do and damned if you don’t.

Then, on Friday, Hopkins finally broke her silence in her national newspaper column to effectively say: “Peaches would not have welcomed any comment from me in life, why would I make one regarding her death?” She made the point that “we were strangers and remained adversaries. Peaches wouldn’t have wanted a tweet from me”.

It was, I thought, a sound and dignified argument. (Again, an observation I find I am astonished to be making regarding a statement made by Katie Hopkins.)

She then went on to make the case that the reactions to celebrity deaths on social media – particularly from other celebrities – have reached crazy heights. The moment someone of note dies, everyone from Hollywood A-List Stars to Some Guy Eating A Pizza in Front Of Jeremy Kyle takes to Twitter and Facebook to wail their grief.

Really? Did the person really mean that much to you? If you actually knew the person concerned well and want to share your sorrow then fair enough I guess.

Similarly, if the person who died genuinely was one of your favourite actors/writers/musicians in the world then I kind of understand the urge to say something.

But half the time these deranged – and undignified – outpourings of grief on social media for celebrities who people have only the slightest connection to makes me scratch my head.

You come to realise that if Twitter and Facebook had been around when Princess Diana died then all the electricity on the planet might have been used up within a couple of hours, the power to hospitals and nuclear plants draining as everyone from Tokyo to Timbuktu hit the keyboard to pound out badly spelled messages of condolence along the lines of: “Your with the angles now Di.”

Hopkins concluded: “When everything seems lost for one poor family there is only dignity to hold on to and privacy to give.

“I offer privacy with silence. Peaches didn’t need tweets from strangers or celebrities, she just needed a mother’s love.”

And once again I found myself experiencing the strangest of sensations when it comes to this woman – total agreement.